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Greeting, to the gypsy of fortunes
Your coin was very appreciated
And now I grant you your future

It seems my cards of Tarot have you a very odd hand
A of six jokers card, this is very rare
And suggest something is approaching
You should be visited by a circus
A circus that holds pain and

This traveling mass of evil leave your corpse to rot
While entrapping your soul to displayed at stops
Oh, yes, you should also be that it is your own evil doings
That have brought this carnival's visit

All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your
Have whipped and into form, the form of one
One who leads this gruesome of pain into your life
One sinister beast, one known as Ringmaster

Welcome and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum
Thousands of souls covered in wax
All of the exhibits you are about to encounter
Are strange and wondrous of the one
And the only leader of all
So both dead and undead, welcome the Ringmaster
Purpose, question,

The ICP is of the
And the Ringmaster's of the of mankind
Gya, motherfucker, now you gotta your worst enemy
And yourself
Every wicked thing ever done has come back now
And it's whip your little ass, bitchboy

Us, we're clowns
We just for the Ringmaster
With the wave of his magic
I step forward, back
And swing battle axe
your motherfucking head, ooh

So step up 'cause the Ringmaster
Takes you on the of your life
Horror and fear, and tears
And oh, ever so do

The rises up and lifts across the sky
the forest and down the river
Along the valley, the hill
And down the trail and up the
Only to surprise you and
At your very front door, let's go,